Novels by Hyagi_0z

Ethan's P.O.VMalvic Stalon—the Alpha of the Lycans from the North. This is seriously something else. How could the elders in this Pack pull off something like this? I mean, from the North to this Pack is a crazy long distance, at least two days’ journey. And during all that time, the warriors and all the loyalists guarding Christopher Gale’s mansion didn’t catch wind of his arrival? That’s just nuts. No way that’s possible.Even if the warriors were as oblivious as a brick wall, ignoring the presence of another species within the Pack is not something any of us would take lightly.And let’s be real, Werewolves and Lycans are like oil and water—silent enemies. There’s no official declaration of hatred between us, but Lycans and their “holier-than-thou” attitude make us Werewolves sick. That arrogance fuels our endless animosity—a beef with no expiration date.What’s more, everyone pretty much knows about the Northern Lycans’ beef with Christopher Gale. Rumor has it the fake Alpha snat

Ethan's P.O.VAfter patching up some wounds and catching our breath for a bit, we took off, trailing Andara Spectra up a hill near the ridges surrounding The Moon Fall Pack. The old lady—once part of the Elders from that big Pack—claimed she’d be performing a summoning there, saying an Elder resided in that area, only showing up at the Pack when Christopher Gale called for meetings. I probably should’ve been more suspicious about this, but Andara Spectra wasn’t giving off any shady vibes. Even Chen Lien, who had a nose for deception, didn’t pick up on anything sketchy from the old woman. So, we figured we might as well follow her lead. The spot was a bit of a hike, tucked into the forest. But when we got there, we saw a small cabin, and from it, we had a clear view of Christopher Gale’s fancy-ass mansion. I’d been there once before—back when we first struck this deal. The negotiations started off smooth, but the second I found out that the person I was supposed to capture in exchan

Claire’s P.O.VI couldn’t freaking believe what was right in front of me. It was Sister Alberta and the orphanage kids—the only family I ever knew, the people I thought were dead. But they weren’t. They were alive, trapped behind metal bars in some dark, cold room inside the ridiculously lavish mansion of Christopher Gale. That fake-ass Alpha. I had spent years believing he had slaughtered my family, only to find out the bastard had been keeping them hidden, away from me. Why? Just to break me. Just to see me drown in despair. My eyes locked onto Sister Alberta, her frail figure seated in a wheelchair, being pushed closer by Sister Annabella so our hands could touch through the bars. I couldn’t hold back my tears anymore. The kids were wailing, their cries echoing in the room, filled with fear, hopelessness, and a longing that cut deep into my soul. Her wrinkled hand reached out to me, trembling, desperate. I tried to do the same, but before I could, Christopher Gale yanked my w

Following Chen Lien's directions, I quickly asked my warriors to prep the plane. We're flying over to The Moon Fall Pack to pick up Claire.Therefore, I decided to head back to my Pack, personally imprison Lucy, and request the Elders to immediately integrate Sir Torrance's Pack into The Silver Fire Pack. I didn’t want to waste time and effort doing it another day.Upon arriving at my Pack, I was greeted by Andara Spectra, the former Elder of The Moon Fall Pack.Andara informed me that neither she nor Octa found anything on the escape route that Lucy Torrance created to facilitate Christopher Gale's plans. She even requested some guards to plant explosives on that route to destroy it, ensuring no one could use it in the future.Honestly, I liked that decision because, aside from having Octa with her, I also noticed that Andara's skills as an Elder were still top-notch. Her intuition remained sharp, and she was still wise. It showed when she made the Rogue Wolves in that forest much mo

Claire’s P.O.VRight in front of me stood a massive, jaw-dropping mansion. Almost the entire exterior was made of marble, making it look ridiculously solid, like, no way could even a thousand of the strongest wolf fangs take this thing down. I’d only ever seen a packhouse twice in my life, one of them being Ethan’s. And yeah, that one was impressive, but this? This mansion blew Ethan’s out of the water. Way more majestic, sturdier… or maybe just eerily quieter. “Why are you just standing there? Go on, step inside. After all, this mansion was yours to begin with.” Christopher Gale spoke like he was offering some grand, heartfelt welcome, like I was supposed to be grateful or something. Wait, what did he just say? Mine to begin with? Had I actually lived in a place like this before I became an orphan and was raised by the nuns at the convent? Why did his words sound so sweet and yet cut so deep at the same time? Is this just how he is? Showering his soon-to-be victims with compliment

Ethan’s P.O.VBlood pooled on the ground, mixing with the ash and dust of the ruins. The night air reeked of burning flesh, agonized screams, and the final gasps of those foolish enough to resist. A pack that once stood proud under Alpha Torrance’s rule. Now reduced to rubble and corpses. If only the civilians had just stayed put and watched, maybe they wouldn’t have died such meaningless deaths. Wasn’t that exactly what I ordered after letting my warriors unleash absolute carnage on this pack? Pathetic. A damn shame to witness, but even more frustrating to remember. Because no matter how much I hate to admit it, this pack had once meant something to me—to all of us. But their heir—Lucy Torrance, decided to play traitor. And that? That, I could never let slide. I stood amidst the chaos, my breath ragged, heart still pounding with adrenaline coursing through my veins. My hands were coated in blood some of it belonged to my enemies, some to those stupid enough to stand in my way to

Year after year passed, and Tristan got better at leading the Stein Pack. His business, the real world, and the people around him slowly improved. In fact, Tristan has also received recognition from everyone who once underestimated him. All the Pack Alphas who underestimated him have given recognition and a lot of praise to Tristan because of the young leader, including Elrick Dauntless, who was hostile to Tristan for rejecting his daughter as a mate and now, Elrick Dauntless also provides a lot of opportunities for Tristan to win some large shares in the Dauntless company and have more control in the business.There have been no problems whatsoever in the last few years of his leadership. Even the smaller Packs that had disagreed with Tristan had joined him in devoting themselves to Pack Stein, making Pack Stein bigger than ever.Everything was getting better. It's just that when things got better, Ananas, who had become part of the Lycans, decided to stay in Norway, in the castle o

"Why did you ask those brats to go outside? Why don't you just let them sit here and listen to the answers to the questions you want to ask me, the king." Asked Vaskal Stein as if he already knew what Willow Ansver would do by asking Tristan and his son-Gabriel to come out of the room."I just want to defend your pride.""Pride, huh? What kind of nonsense is that?""There's never any nonsense among us old-timers, is there," said Willow Ansvers with a smile, but the same smile was not seen on Vaskal Stein's face. The middle-aged man's face still looked haughty and not friendly, just like always."You're the only one who thinks like that. You even acted so stupidly that you hurt your own hand just for defending that damn boy.""Oh, what do you mean by this?" Willow Ansvers raised her bandaged hand. She smiled and nodded, "You're right, I guess I was stupid enough to know that I cared deeply for our successors.""The affection you show will kill them slowly.""I'm afraid I can't be like

As he had promised Willow Ansvers, the king of the Lycan, Tristan returned to the Stein mansion. The return was welcomed by Delaltrik and Neither, as well as several wolf warriors who swore allegiance to Tristan after Vaskal Stein was injured by Barten Skovovich a few months ago. "Welcome home, my Alpha. Did you have a wonderful trip?" Delaltrik asked with a smile as he welcomed Alpha and his Luna home. "Do you have something to tell me, Delaltrik?" Tristan guessed. But Delaltrik shook his head as he handed Tristan an envelope with a wax seal covering the folds so no one would open it before it reached him. "Who gave you this?" "Mr. Douglas Stein. He came the day before yesterday and gave this to me to deliver to you." Tristan wanted to open the letter immediately, but Samantha asked him to open it in her study. At the same time, she would go inside and rest. Tristan agreed to that. Several servants immediately escorted Samantha to her room upstairs. At the same time, Tristan went

Tristan spread Samantha's legs, allowing her to freely wiggle her pelvis between Samantha's legs as she moaned in pleasure every time Tristan's penis touched her sensitive spot."Ah! Ha—ah! Ah! hmn... ah! Alpha ... my Alpha!" The sighs continued to echo with the breeze from the open balcony, playing with the hanging curtains. Although the whole room had a good airflow and felt very cool due to the sea breeze that did not stop blowing, the entire room was full of pheromones emanating from both of their bodies, making the air in the room seem to be replaced by the pheromones emanating from both of their bodies.The moans that came out of Samantha sounded very loud, making Tristan even more aroused because of the pheromone scent he smelled from Samantha's body. Since Samantha got her wolf in hand, the scent of pheromones that had always been faint for Tristan could now be smelled very clearly in Tristan's nose and aroused him every time."Ah! Ah, ngh! Ha-ah! Hon, this is so good, I can

A cup of coffee was served to Samantha, who was enjoying the clear view of the sea from the balcony of a hotel room that she and Tristan had rented a week ago.Samantha smiled at Tristan, who had brought her a cup of coffee, and hugged and kissed Samantha's cheek as she thanked him."I didn't know that an Alpha who is a little arrogant and grumpy in front of others could be this romantic.""Do you think I would do such a thing in front of my own Mate?"Samantha smiled. She touched Tristan's jaw, and they kissed. Their lips were pressed together, a kiss that was getting more intense but had to be interrupted when the door to their room was knocked on by the room service officer from outside. Tristan snorted in annoyance, but Samantha tried calming her Alpha down and said she would see what the room service man wanted."I'll look at it for a while.""Next time I'll put a 'don't disturb' sign on the door." Tristan grumbled, but Samantha only smiled in response to her mate's annoyance.Wh

"Why are your hands shaking like that?" Willow Ansvers asked her son, who was wrapping a bandage around a severe cut on his palm."It's been two months since we left Northern Eurasia and your wound is still like this, father." Gabriel said, still wrapping the bandage around his father's hand.As he had said two months ago when they were in Northern Eurasia, his father got the wound because he had held Tristan's silver gun, which made his hand peel off. Even the bones of his palm were visible when the glove was removed from his hand, the flesh of Willow Ansvers' palm. However, Willow Answers just smiled and said that maybe this is what Tristan and his late father, Dominic Stein, felt when holding the silver gun."But it's not just about how it feels. It's about your health and condition, father. We all know the effects of silver and Wolfsbane are equally harmful to our wolves' bodies. Even though I know that you are very strong, it still doesn't have to be like this just to help that d